Editor: Henyee Translations Every word that came from Miles pierced through Mrs.
Lowell like a sharp blade.
Matthias was her son.
Pretending she didn’t care would have been a lie.
But what good would caring do?
Mrs.
Lowell understood better than anyone that the car accident had left far more than just damage to his legs.
She closed her eyes, the doctor’s words echoed through her mind once again.
The crash had not only left Matthias paralyzed, it had also caused severe reproductive complications.
The news of his paralysis had already fueled endless media speculation.
If this secret ever became public, there was no telling what kind of rumours would spread or how mercilessly people would scrutinize the Lowells.
The Lowells had two sons, yet they couldn’t have been more different.
One was capable, born intelligent and a natural leader.
But his condition hinted he might never have children.
The other could carry on the family name, but lacked the judgement and ability needed to run the company.
From that moment Mrs.
Lowell learned the truth, and she made a decision.
Matthias’s condition would remain buried with her, carried to the grave.
To eliminate future risks, she needed to secure a marriage as soon as possible.
Choosing the Ashford Family had not been impulsive, but carefully weighed.
If she followed Miles’s suggestion and arranged everything with a daughter from another influential family, things would no longer remain under control.
Families like that came with their own agendas, ambitions, and leverage.
The Ashfords, however, were different.
They could never win challenging the Lowells.
More importantly, Evelyn had been raised in the countryside.
To put it kindly, she was sheltered; to put it bluntly, she was inexperienced.
Someone like her would be far easier to control.
Even if she eventually discovered Matthias’s condition, Mrs.
Lowell was confident she could persuade her to keep quiet.
But Miles could never learn the truth.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Mrs.
Lowell said, “You’re still young, Miles.
You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it to you.
Focus on your responsibilities at the company.
As for your brother, that’s between him and me.
Stay out of it.
Understood?
I have a meeting to attend.” Before Miles could respond, she ended the call.
He stared at the disconnected screen, frustration boiling over.
As always, she treated him like a child who understood nothing.
A sharp curse slipped from his lips as he flung his phone aside.
The phone, unfortunately, struck the steering wheel, causing the car to veer unexpectedly.
Miles reacted instinctively, but the vehicle had already drifted towards the sidewalk.
A pedestrian appeared directly ahead.
His heart nearly stopped.
He jerked the wheel at the last second.
The car missed the pedestrian only by inches, but slammed headfirst into a roadside guardrail.
The impact was violent.
The airbag exploded from the steering wheel.
His head snapped sideways against the window, and warm blood trickled down his temple.
Then everything went dark.
Nearby pedestrians froze in shock before someone shouted, and called the ambulance.
A few blocks away, Evelyn was driving through the area when she noticed traffic had come to a complete standstill.
Frowning, she lowered her window.
Suddenly a panicked voice rose over the crowd.
“Is there a doctor?
We need a doctor, there’s been a car accident!” A car accident?
Without hesitation, Evelyn unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, hurrying toward the commotion.
Evelyn looked at the wrecked vehicle which was a bright red Ferrari.
Through the shattered window, she could see the driver slumped motionless against the steering wheel.
Her expression sharpened.
“The front end damage is severe,” she said.
“There could be a fuel leak.
We need to get him out right now.” Several bystanders rushed forward to help.
“Careful,” Evelyn instructed.
“Avoid putting pressure on his chest.” Once the injured man was safely on the ground, she knelt beside him, and quickly assessed his vitals.
The ABC regimen.
Airway, breathing, circulation.
She loosened his collar, assessed his pupils, and immediately began CPR.
Her movements were precise and steady.
Her expression remained calm, efficient and precise.
Despite the chaos around her, she never appeared rattled.
Her composure gradually steadied everyone nearby.
After two cycles, there was still no response, so she continued.
Moments later, she noticed the first faint signs of movement.
Miles’ eyes twitched.
A trace of relief crossed Evelyn’s face.
Good, she huffed.
Miles felt as though he were trapped somewhere between a nightmare and reality.
He felt a throbbing pain in his head.
Dull.
Crushing.
Yet, through the pain, he could hear a voice.
Soft.
Calm.
Steady.
The sound seemed to guide him back towards consciousness.
With difficulty, he forced his eyes open.
When Evelyn saw him open his eyes, she smiled.
“You are awake!
How do you feel?
Is the pain too much?” Her voice was gentle and reassuring.
Miles stared at her blankly, momentarily forgetting how to speak.
Assuming he was still dazed, Evelyn repeated the question.
“Besides your head, are you feeling any pain on other sites?” But Miles barely heard her.
He simply stared.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
This woman was exactly the kind of person he wanted for his brother.
She was beautiful, kind and compassionate.
That was what his brother deserved.
Evelyn mistook his silence for confusion and chose not to press further.
Just then, sirens approached, and paramedics pushed through the crowd.
Evelyn stood and stepped aside.
Before Miles could ask for her name, the paramedics already carried him up into the ambulance.
As the vehicle drove away, Evelyn watched it disappear down the street.
Something felt strangely familiar.
She could have sworn she had seen that young man before.
Perhaps she was imagining things.
By the time Matthias received the call from the hospital, he was already on his way.
When he entered the room, he found Miles sitting upright in bed, casually eating fruits.
Seeing him, Miles immediately tossed it aside.
“Matthias, hey!” Ignoring the greeting, Matthias turned to his assistant.
“Wait outside.
I will call if I need you.” The assistant nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Matthias rolled closer, gaze falling on Miles’s bandaged head.
“What happened?” A flicker of guilt crossed Miles’s face.
Their father had died in a car accident.
An accident that had also left Matthias unable to walk.
Since then, anything involving cars has become a sensitive subject within the family.
If Matthias learned the truth, it would only reopen old wounds.
Forcing a smile, Miles shrugged.
“Nothing serious.
Just a few scratches.” Matthias said nothing, his gaze unwavering.
Miles knew lying to his brother was nearly impossible.
After a moment he looked away and sighed.
“I hit a guardrail.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“The doctors said it was just a mild concussion.
I swear I am totally fine!”